Oh sweet sisters,
I am guest posting over at (in)courage today, but first…
Thank you for your patience with my blog the past couple of days. My blog has been hacked into about 6 times this week and caused me to ask Jesus to reign down heaven’s fire into the some rude people’s fingertips. Or let them get their nails done like I did last week. Remember this post? That would stop them for sure.But God.
Anyhow, please forgive me for any trouble this caused you. I have always loved this safe little corner of the blog world where we gather and process life together. When the hackers came, it stunned me. I felt like my heart was being drug behind a wild run away horse with no clue when it would ever stop.
I cried. And I’m not a crying girl.
I even tried my hand at casting out demons. And I’m not typically a casting out kind of girl.
It got especially intense when the hacker’s work squirreled its way into my computer and caused it to crash.
More tears. And I’m not a ‘more tears’ kind of girl. I don’t even have PMS right now for heaven’s sake.
I so wished we all lived on the same street so I could knock on your door and ask you to sit and pray with me.
It has been rough.
I love those two words together.
You see while there have been some low lows this week, there has also been an air of mercy winding its way around me. I flew to Houston to do some radio things with KSBJ and their amazing team. I love the people at KSBJ!
Anyhow, I also got to have lunch with my precious friend, Amanda.
I have put in a special request for Amanda to live on the same street in Heaven as me and Holly. And you. And Mandisa.
Amanda and I had some sweet conversation. And amazing Texas food. And then we went to hear her mom teach a message that split heaven’s mercy gates open and reigned down some Jesus love right into this tired girl’s heart.
I will forever be grateful for her mom introducing me to the concept that ordinary people can read and understand the Bible. And y’all want to hear a secret I only share with my bestest of friends?
When I walked into my first ever Bible study for women, I had the worst attitude ever. We would be watching a video and doing a workbook. I planned to drop out. Broken people are so splintered and rubbed raw that they doubt God’s truth could ever apply to them. That was me. Only I didn’t drop out.
I stayed and connected with Jesus in a way I never knew was possible for me.
And do you know what made me stay and show up that second week?
The video Bible teacher’s hair.
I’m serious. I loved her ‘do’ so much, I decided to listen.
And when I listened, Jesus Himself reached into my soul and whispered hope. By the end of the twelve weeks, I dared to wish I could one day teach people too. Me. The most unlikely.
So, you can just imagine how stunned I was to crawl in bed last night and read this.
I cried again. Over her kind words. Over the fact she would ever want to read something I’ve written. And over the fact I still love her hair.
Oh friend, may God wrap you up in His most tender mercies. I don’t know what has hacked into your truth this week and tried to splinter your heart, but I pray these words fall fresh and full of hope.